It hurts my hippie-liberal-wannabe-northeastern-forward-thinking-sensibilities, but I love it when someone calls me Sweetie.
Love it like chocolate. Love it like Christmas. I love it like finding new music that sounds like old music. Songs for dancing. Songs for driving. Shortcut songs that explain exactly how I feel.
Call me Sweetie, but Sugar works. And Honey. And Darlin. Take your pick.
Makes me feel like I’m signing an autograph. I have a fan. There’s someone out there that wants to see what I’m gonna do next. It might be something to remember.
Just a word to grab my hand and pull me aboard.